LC Rains – Crew Briefing, Two Hours Before Orbit – May 28, 1115
The crew gathers in the main common area — boots clunking on the deck plating, the faint hum of the ship in the background. LC stands at the head of the table, arms folded, expression unreadable. He scans the room once before speaking.
"Alright. Two hours to orbit. I’ll make this quick."
"I had a word with Terry LeFrontaine. Turns out our little brush with digital death had a side dish of psionics. He and his wife are part of something that doesn’t play well with Imperium scrutiny."
"They’re leaving quietly once we dock, where they go... I don't care and I don't want to know either. I promised them no loose threads from our end. Which means this crew stays tight-lipped. No speculation, no second-hand gossip, no jokes in the tavern about mind powers or mysterious comas. You say nothing, and nothing can be held against us."
He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice just enough.
"I believe I don't have to say this, if Imperial agents get wind of this, we don’t just get questions — we get psi scans, strip-searched logs, and the kind of attention that kills licenses and careers. So if anyone asks, this was a power fluctuation and a sick passenger. That’s it."
"Which brings us to engineering."
He nods to Tamm, Leilani and Bronz.
"This is why I am changing our maintenance plan from a full annual maintenance to just replacing the trispacial controller and running a fast systems sweep. Unless you have better ideas or plan. I want us spaceworthy and outbound before anyone in a grey uniform has time to read a manifest."
he looks at the three engineers
"Honestly this is where I need your input, if this is a fucked up plan and you need more time, then I need to know."
He straightens, arms crossed again, eyes sweeping the room.
"That’s the situation. Nothing fancy, nothing fragile. Drop off our special cargo to the Santanocheev Medical facility, unload clean cargo, get the ship patched, reload if we can, and we’re ghosts. Any questions?"
He lets the silence settle for a beat before giving a final nod.
"Feedback? Opinions, Questions?"